I did not inherit Mom’s gardening expertise. It’s rather unfortunate. If I had any clue what the hell I was doing, I might actually enjoy it. And not hate dirt and bugs quite as much. Okay, let’s not get ridiculous. I’d hate bugs no matter what.
Everything she grows actually grows. And grows so beautifully. Unlike every plant I’ve ever had… which I manage to kill.
Everyone who doesn’t know better assumes Mom’s yard is professionally landscaped. No professional has ever done anything at Mom’s house. Every single thing out there was done by my parents.
Even the structures. Mom and Dad built the cabana by the pool. Complete with a ‘bar’ (kind of) and changing rooms.
Isn’t it lovely? Mom is great at designing and decorating… outside… and inside, too. But we spent little time indoors yesterday. (I know… me! Outside a lot… without being immersed in water! That’s messed up!)
Just look at this! In my yard, it probably would have shriveled up and died. And of course, Mom’s been doing this for so long that everything is perfectly overgrown. And just… pretty.
I remember Mom creating this tiny path… about a foot wide… by the pool when I was little. So cute. Especially with the pink petals everywhere…
… like on these sweet little steps on the path to the vegetable garden. Can’t wait for those tomatoes. Yum.
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